Chapter 29
Cillian
Faces. So many faces.
Hovering over me.
Pinched in concern.
Real or not?
Pain. Constant, unending pain.
Cannot handle the pain.
Take it away.
Take the crying too.
And voices.
Catch one.
Can’t.
Except hers.
Hers is a lullaby. Like home.
Awake but not awake.
Trying. Trying to come back.
Here but not here.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
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